Текст песни Plastika - Кардиограммы Эмигрантов

You are in the past
Howl went,
gritted his teeth in the pit.
Snow covered
the sloppy edges of Fujiyama.
You read Bushido
You flirted with the bottom only once, unfortunately.
Here's a gun for you
Here is a ticket to Tibet, and meekness. On, communicate.

I'm sick!
Inaccurate
the shot hits the strange ones.
I'm a wanderer
legends,
betrayed by an open wound.
Not a cave, but a grotto,
and it leads to absurdity.
I am a blind old mole
drunken potions.
I burned without a trace, and blazed with a fire,
It will always be - prison, prison ...

I'm crumpled and
chewed by the Motherland!
My poems
you one, one, ONE!
My words -
grains of sand in the ocean
We are islands
we are Magellans of bitch countries!

ECG .... ECG ....

By the will of the waves, cruelty in you
Anger will boil in the web
One, two, three, stepped into the abyss
We-We-Pe threw a dice for you.